Every night I say a little prayer that the Japs will suddenly find themselves subject to an involuntary and spontanous Bushido nut sac growth spurt and actually board the Sheppard or the Barker or the both of them and commit some sort of wholesale slaughter. The handful of lesbians aboard will put up a heroic and tenacious defense while Watson and his butt boy mate are cowering in their bunks no doubt. Once the massacre is over they can take the vessels in prize back to Japan and put them on display like the Pueblo and dare anyone to do anything about it. A fellow can dream, yes?